βNahhh. Quillβs got nothinβ to do with this one, promise. Some science geeks are playinβ God. Pullinβ people from all over alternate universes and bringinβΒ βem to this city. I mean, I canβt blameΒ βem for wanting to bring us here. Even Quillβs here. Havenβt seen Groot, though.β A brief pause.Β βOr Drax, I guess.β He knew her feeling of anger and, really, he still felt it. He wanted to get back at the bastards that brought them here as much as the next person. He sure as hell didnβt wanna be the one to break the bad news to her.Β βYeah thereβs no escaping this city, Gamora. Iβve tried to blow holes in walls and everything. Doesnβt do squat. Shit grows back after a night. This place is a freak show, present company excluded.β
γβγΒ Sheβs quiet as he speaks, shifting to cross her arms under her chest. The news he spouts isnβt exactly good to her ears, nor does it do much for her anger.Β βWhy would they not bring Drax or Groot? That makes no sense, theyβve a much greater use than Quill.β Sheβs still able to take a shot at him, however.Β βDo you not remember? There are not many prisons than can hold us. Donβt tell me youβve become complacent and soft in captivity, Rocket.β She leans down, smirking and poking at his side with a finger.



















